Lyrics:
striving
All about my business Mob tied call me Gotti
Wanna talk bout the racks Yeah you know I got it
Lil nigga I got it I ain't playing I got it
Lil bih
nigga hit a hundred band juug in a car that was stolen
Young nigga still strapped by the North side
Gwinnett County patrolling
Woke up in
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
u-number one
It’s time to make a sacrifice, shlabel’ abaphansi
Grab the bull by the horns, vele s’nqamul’ intamo ye nkabi
I’m stretching niggas out, lil'
THAT BEEF , PUT YA BED WHERE YOU SLEEP , DRAKO , AR , 223 , HUNNID
ROUND MAN DOWN I JUST LOVE THAT K SOUND , TRAUMATIZED BY ALL THIS SHIT SO I WONT PLAY
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
did it
Hoe, it's too late
Bitch, you shouldn'ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for
I'm a whole dolla nigga, hanging one in your brain
Now can you picture see smoke out choked out, with Guerilla Maab
Mob figgas representing,
me man I just want to steer it
I can’t trust nobody I rock by myself and that’s because these niggas is weird
If you ain’t bout no pape then you can’t
the VIP by the pendant
Still in a meeting, be back in a minute
I tell her activate, throw it back, it got an appetite
Patek K call me six figures,
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
know the deal
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
and O's Geometry
200 rounds on the back seat
Play with us better tell your people fair well
M-O-B make em duck like daffy
I can grip a K like
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns
'Til the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl
mode keep the K like he Kim
Yea I heard bout them niggas they be on retreat mode i aint fucking with them
Im smoking this dope and it got me on sleep
Oh yes it's, the mob better get your mind right
Aye Tip ain't goin' home, that don't even sound right
You niggas actin' like a broad, I don't wanna
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